Yukub stomped along in his ludicrous furry suit and blueface. People cleared the streets as they both approached and ran away screaming, presumably all the way to the ballot box to put an X next to 'bloodycontrary, Conservative Party'.

Before that, however, Yukub wanted to find Flumsy.

"He won't be at work lol but I'm sure we can find him somewhere," Yukub chuckled without humour.

They crossed over Southwark Park and were almost flattened by a very excitable yellow-orange dog thing (edit: Dr Seuss or something? who the fuck knows) with a perpetually depressed expression on its face.

"Ah, there he is. How are you, Flumsy?" Yukub asked.

"POGGERS!! POGGERS!! POGGERS!!" Flumsy said.

Yukub swore.

Flumsy continued, "POGGERS!! POG-G-ERS!!" He then jumped up and down, accidentally dislodging the handful of pens he'd nicked from the Job Centre.

"Shut up, Mili definitely won't be awake yet."

"POOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Flumsy replied.

bloodycontrary looked enquiringly at Yukub.

"He's always like this," said Yukub. "Ever since he defeated TheQuipton in mortal combat he's lost his mind, but anyway he'll have to come with us because he has lots of spare time and gets terribly bored."